torsdag den 23. oktober 2014

treogtyvendeoktobertotusindogfjorten

To get up im a
like a drink and small going to a show
what has always been a yes
I was new this is gonna be a good place to eat
his the well coming
I can suck for starters like
they mean so good we like
cubicle for yep
this this
yep guess I
pcyhopats peace up
setup got up
very traditional hippie
they could have been a big play the clip
korea yeah like that
up lives and with ninety
everybody can afford my goodness
most busy asked myself and ham
country I guess joe was kicking
everything started to go up on your fall
us that the howdy the
some be but they they
injuries murder
has on the to be like group living
imagery wanna show
to will all pay
said
a big movies like to brag and doomed
good
old
passing work this accord
sleep at that night the party

line of the room he

tirsdag den 7. oktober 2014

syvendeoktobertotusindogfjorten

opdager William Carlos Williams og elsker hans digte, og elsker et digt om en kat, og elsker at det er det bedste digt om en kat jeg har læst, og elsker at det er skrevet af William Carlos Williams, og elsker at William Carlos Williams hedder Carlos midt i sit Williamsvildnis.
Det her er det digt om den kat der er død (og det digt om den død der er kat (og sidenhen den død der er lopper)):

It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold.

Og her er et andet fantastisk digt om kat, også skrevet af William Carlos Williams:

As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down

into the pit of
the empty
flower pot


Og her er et billede af William Carlos Williams med to katte: